Page 1 of Roped in Chaos
Chapter1
Super Freaky Girl
Esme
“Super Freaky Girl”is playing on the radio, and I’m singing every word as we drive down Rodeo Drive. My bestie, Hannah, is in the passenger seat, and all of the shopping bags from today’s haul are in the back. It’s a beautiful seventy-five degrees, unusually nice for this time of year, and the roof is down to let us enjoy the weather even more. We hit the outlets earlier and then went to some other places in the area. Deluxe Dress Co? Check. Their dresses are my favorite. They make my waist looksnatchedand push my bust higher, making them more pronounced. The dresses tend to be a little long for my taste, so I have them hemmed shorter. The one I just bought currently goes to my knees, but my preferred length is just below my ass. I chose an emerald green strapless corset dress that has feathers on the bottom, and it’ll look perfect with the red bottoms I picked up earlier. The shoes are leather, but they’re not shiny. Instead, it’s a black matte that has tiny little crystals across the material. The two will pair perfectly together.
Even if no one will see them, I also like to have my bra and panties match whatever I’m wearing. Since I got a new dress, of course Hannah and I are going to make a stop at Freddy’s to pick out something.
“What are we going to get today?” I ask. I check my lip gloss in my rearview mirror and smack my lips together before looking at her through the corner of my eye.
“Oooo, I want another rhinestone chemise for the boys. They tend to love the way I look in one, until they take it off.” She laughs into her hand and leans back against the headrest.
Rolling my eyes, I keep driving, letting her words soak in. She’s the lucky bitch who has a new fling every week, and I have to say that I’m a tiny bit jealous. I don’t know how she ends up in situation-ships like that, and I can’t even get one guy to fuck me. Just call meEsme- the twenty three year old virgin. I’ve kissed guys sure, but beyond that I know where my clit is, how to make myself feel good, and that’s about it. I mean I get it, she’s a total smoke show, but I don’t think I’m that bad looking.
We get to Freddy’s and walk inside to start looking around.
“Anything I can do to help you ladies?” the store clerk asks.
“No,” I respond. “Just a dressing room.”
Hannah goes off to the right while I go to the left. I start picking up some different sets when my phone rings. I look and see that Daddy is calling. He’s a hedge fund manager for bigwigs in LA. He grew up in Oklahoma, and that’s where he met my egg donor. Unfortunately, the donor likes to get laid by more than one guy so when we moved out here, she ditched us and ran off with a hot young fling.
“Hi, Daddy,” I singsong as I answer the phone.
“Hi, baby, how are you? What are you up to?”
“I’m great! I’m just out shopping with Hannah.”
“Okay, well I need to talk to you. Come home when you’re done, okay?”
“Okay…” I say into the phone, “I’ll be home soon then.”
Disconnecting the call, I think about what he could possibly want to talk to me about. I hope he doesn’t cut back on my spending. I’m not sure what I would do.
I pick out a pair of black sparkly nipple pasties and a black high-waisted thong. It’s high-hipped to show off more leg, not that anyone is going to see it but me, but it makes me feel like a bad bitch when I look in the mirror.
I drop Hannah off at her house, and then head home. As I pull up to the gate, I see our gatekeeper is there and offer a small wave.
“Hi, Larry.” I smile.
“Hi, Esme. Have a good rest of your day.”
He buzzes me in, and I drive up the long driveway to our house on the hill. I park, grab my bags, and make my way through the front door.
“Daddy?” I call.
I don’t get a response, so I walk up the spiral staircase and head into my room. The stairway is just off the right of the entryway, so it’s not far at all. It makes it easy the nights I come home drunk. I can just limp myself up the stairs and into my room.
I throw my bags onto my California King bed and look at them. My mind races with the possibilities of what Daddy would want to talk to me about, but I try to ignore it for now. I take my new items out of the bags and start putting them in their designated spots. Shoes go on the rack, lingerie goes into the dresser, and the dress gets hung up in the closet with all the others.
“Ah, life is great,” I say out loud to myself. I always like to repeat my positive thoughts out loud to speak them into existence.
There’s something so satisfying about looking at my closet full of dresses, skirts, corsets, and other sexy articles of clothing. When the time comes, I’ll be ready. Whatever guy gets to fuck me will be blown away and will be coming back for more.
There’s a knock at my door, and I turn around to see my dad standing there with his hands in his pockets. He looks somber and not like his normal happy self.
I just give him a smile, and he gives me a small one back. I watch as he disappears out of the doorway, and I take a deep breath. I’ll talk to him at dinner.
